At the center of the enchanting rolling meadows, lived a young shepherd. His being was mostly pure, simple yet virtuous. His main role was to care for his herd of ewes.

Their soft bleating and the rustling of the breezes among the solo tree on the peak were his main associates. Day upon day, looking out for his responsibilities imbued in him a notion of tranquil contentment.

However, there were occasional moments of solitude, when the shepherd boy would yearn for company. On one such day because of sheer monotony, the shepherd boy conceived a naughty plan.

Tales of wild beasts hunting more info on sheep had been around for a while in the town. So, the boy opted to leveraged this fear and played a prank on the villagers.

One morning he ran into the village shouting “Wolf! A wolf is that has taken my sheep!” The frightened villagers sprinted up the hills to offer assistance but discovered no beast.

The boy laughed at the puzzle on their faces. This trick continued for a few days more. Yet, one noon, a real wolf actually charge at the grazing sheep. The shepherd boy raced for help, screaming “Wolf, Wolf!” But this time, no one showed up.

Frustrated and alone, the boy struggled against the wolf but managed to rescue only few of his sheep. Heartbroken, he returned to the village only to receive a scolding on honesty and the results of dishonesty.

The tale of this shepherd boy has been passed down generations as a mediaeval parable for teaching the value of honesty, the consequences of lying and the dangers of crying wolf. Moreover, it emphasizes how trust once lost, is difficult to regain. It's a story as pertinent today as it was in the past.